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Because I'm made of oceans deep,Sunsets nigh,bittersweet tales of creative sloth,And honey-nectar sweetened love.Because I'm made of black curtains in..
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I let waves of the jumbled mix of Notes and lyrics wash over me. Cool to the touch, They burn my shivering skin with etches of memories And emotions t..
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Im consumed.With you.All I think,Feel,Know,Desire,Is the omnipresent message of how I wish you were here.I long to relive our memories-cool and darken..
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If we didn’t have war, then we wouldn’t have to have families torn apart by death or distance.If we didn’t have war, we wouldn&rsquo..
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Inspirations loosely Hang onA depressed person likeTattered clothesOn a tattered skeleton
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Made from amber ashes aglow, our lithe bodies writhe in a rush of lust: Your hot breath on my tingling skin soft lips playfully biting Ridges and curv..
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Your memories Drain fluidly-Moonlit-covered pictures Dancing in my head. Once sparse details. Now, echoes from Summer breezes and Blanket conversation..
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Sunlit-bitten, and wind-sewn,I rest on the shadows ofSongbirdswho keep singing and delicately whisperthe wind’s love songs.
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That feeling I get…When my fingers dance on ebony and ivory keys and produce a soothing rhythm that resonates in my core;Or when the excessive ..
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Calloused, weathered handsGrip onto whispersOf hushed lips and darkened, Crystalline eyes,SearchingFor moonshine smilesAnd moonlit tears.
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